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Happy Birthday, Mopsa!

Today is my friend Mopsa's 40th birthday. I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that, second to my mother, she is the woman who has had the most influence on my life.

Several years ago, I was working for a marketing firm that owned a stake in the Interactive agency that Mopsa was then President of. She came to our agency to talk to the account team; after her presentation, I thought to myself, "I have to work for that woman." I didn't know why, I just knew I had to ask her for a job. And thus began several weeks of stalking that culminated in me sending a can of Hormel Spam to her via courier and her offering me a job. (It's a long story.)

The job she offered me was a step down in both pay and title. But, I knew in my gut that it was the right thing to do. And sure enough, a week before I started, a person at Mopsa's company quit. She called me and said, "Remember that job you wanted...?" That was the first of many events that have made me a believer in following your gut even if you don't understand where it's leading you.

I was a fairly avid web surfer, but knew very little about actually producing websites. I was a somewhat experienced account exective, but in marketing -- not Interactive. I was hella organized, but had never officially "project managed" anything. And I was young. But she believed that I could do it. She didn't look at me and see all the things I hadn't done yet -- she looked at me and saw my potential more than anyone else in my life (including me) ever had.

And you know what? She was right. I thrived at that job. I loved it. If you asked me how I got where I am today I can point directly to that moment in time and say, "There. Right there, and because of that person, is where it began." Not that I'm leader of the free world or curing cancer anything, but I am a pretty excellent web strategist-producer-project manager-whathaveyou.

I left that job after about a year-and-a-half. Mopsa had departed a couple of months earlier (another long story), and the culture was changing in ways I didn't like. At that time, Mopsa and I were friends, but it wasn't like we were best pals. We just got along really well and respected each other. That was four or five years ago.

Around three years ago, she sent me a link to this website with a note, "This guy is cool. You should date him." Another long story, but the short version is that he's my husband now and -- appropriately enough -- she officiated our wedding ceremony. What Mopsa hath brought together, let no man tear asunder.

Sandwiched in-between my life's big events (the majority of which she has either been involved in or witness to) are a million small ones that have built our friendship. A million phone calls and instant messages and emails and cups of coffee and lunches and bitch sessions. She's the person I can call when I have some snarky thought in my head and need to get it out. She'll chuckle with me before confirming that I am a horrible person who is most certainly going to burn in hell for all eternity.

She constantly amazes me with how smart and funny and caring and all-around terrific she is. She'll probably be the President someday, and I'd like to think I'd get at least a Cabinet appointment out of the deal.

If I was in Junior High, I'd probably be at Claire's Boutique right now buying us necklaces. One would say "Be Fri" and the other would say "st ends." But I'm not in Junior High, so I'll just give her this:

Happy birthday, friend. You gave me my big break, you found my husband for me, and you've always believed in me. My life wouldn't be the same without you and I hope we're still friends 40 years from now.

Love,
Meghan

Posted April 9, 2006 5:00 PM | On This Day: 2004 2003

 

5 Comments

Happy Birthday, Mopsa! If I werent' married, I'd hit you up for a job and ask you to find me a husband, too. Of course, I'd have to one-up Meghan on the Spam by courier in order to catch your eye... maybe it's a good thing I'm already hitched and have a job. Trying to one-up Meghan would take some serious heave-ho.

What an incredible story! Can Mopsa find me a Mopsa so that I can find my career path, please? I'm rather lost on my own...

H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T--the tears. THE TEARS.

Meggie. I love you too. And I don't know who fed you this misinformation. I am 27. Silly. 27. And HOT.

its so great when people like this come into our lives, we all need a Mopsa...I had one as well although sadly he lost his battle with depression, but he changed me and helped give me direction in my life, not a day goes by that he isn't a part of it. I hope in my life I can return the favor to someone else.. I wish I had had the chance to tell Paul the impact he has had on my life, Megs comments pretty well sum the feelings so Mopsa.. Happy Birthday

you left out the part where she dubbed be 'Mcnugget'.